Pass It On

This is something I wrote for Dad in 1994 for Father's Day. It's meant to be read in the tone and rhythm of "The Raggedy Man"--that old poem that he and Mom read to us now and then. I hope it provides a glimpse of the energy and love he put towards being a husband, father, and decent man. He has always been a great example to all of us of facing life with a positive attitude and lots of passion. Thanks so much for that, Dad!

Pass It On

When I was just a little girl

I had the best dad in the world.

He was young and handsome and strong.

He taught me what was right and wrong,

that we should seek to understand

the world in all its beauty, and

whatever good life brings to you

it’s your sacred duty to pass it on.

Pass it on.

When Daddy was a little boy

He learned that hard work was a joy.

When he came from work his dad would say,

“Did you earn your wage today?”

He taught us kids to do our best:

“Only with sweat you’ll meet the test.

Love your work and earn your pay.

Come home with honor every day”.

Pass it on. Pass it on.

Daddy really liked the girls.

He made them laugh and pulled their curls.

He’d hold their doors, their errands run—

he always was a gentleman.

He loved to wrestle with his sons,

and boasted them as “number ones”.

They learned to take the bolder stride

and bear their family name with pride.

Pass it on. Pass it on.

Daddy like to joke and tease.

He’d tickle us silly til we begged “Please!”.

He’d razz the girls about their dates—

blink the lights when we came home late.

He’d challenge the boys to any sports,

and usually won on field or court.

Work was work, and fun was fun.

He believed in both ‘fore the day was done.

Pass it on. Pass it on.

Daddy loved his married life

and thought Mom was the perfect wife.

He used to sing her “sweetheart” songs

(We thought he kissed her much too long).

Sometimes they’d clear the kitchen floor

and dance the Lindy, Swing, and more.

When Mom was mad he’d make her smile.

He loved his girl with charm and style.

Pass it on. Pass it on.

Daddy loved to help another:

He knew how to love his brother.

Always ready with a hand,

always there to understand,

he learned to listen and was wise

about the best way to advise.

Help your neighbor. Serve your ward.

Teach your family. Love the Lord.

Pass it on. Pass it on.

One day when Dad’s a hundred-and-seven,

like all good men he’ll go to heaven.

His mom and dad will likely wait

to ask him at the pearly gates,

“What have you done with our good name?”

and he won’t hide his head in shame.

“I helped my neighbor, served my ward,

taught my family, and loved the Lord.

Just like you—I passed it on.”